Page 23 of The Wrong Drive-
He’s a bad,badidea.
Twenty minutes later, Turner reappears, this time dressed in a pair of dark wash jeans and a gray henley. His dark hair is damp as he steps into the kitchen, the soft glow glistening against the moisture. He’s quiet as he goes through the motions of shoving some sort of casserole into the oven, and I’m left to watch him from afar.
I fight the urge to talk and fill the silence, but instead I choose to wait it out, my uncertainty stronger than my need to speak.Turner appears to set a timer on the oven, and then surprisingly, he joins me in the living room.
“I see you managed,” his voice gravels as he takes a seat in the arm chair across from me. “I didn’t realize how long I was up there.”
“Yeah, I was fine.” I watch him cautiously, my heart skipping over itself as his eyes linger on my face. “I just got a little worried.”
He seems taken by this, his brows creasing. “Why?”
I purse my lips. “Because you were MIA for almost two days. That’s a long time to go without eating or something…”
Surprisingly, he chuckles. “You’re lying.”
I swallow the knot in my throat, running my hands down my thighs. “I don’t know what you mean.”
“Why were you worried?”
“You were missing for two days,” I repeat myself, my voice tinged with frustration. “That’s a valid reason to be worried.”
“Because I hadn’t eaten?”
“Because you could’ve been dead,” I blurt out, ignoring the smirk on his handsome fucking face.
Turner leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “It would take a lot moreto kill me, Emersyn. Trust me.”
“Good to know,” I mutter, my chest heaving as I catch a whiff of his masculine scent and force my eyes away. “I’ll make a note of that.”
He cocks a brow at me. “Interesting thing to take note of.”
“You’re really picking apart every word that comes out of my mouth,” I shoot back at him. “Like I’m the one who disappeared for two days.”
Turner shrugs but his gaze darkens as he catches mine again. “I kind of like you all worked up,Em.”
My lips part but nothing comes out as Turner stands to his feet, leaving me there on the couch to watch him walk away. Myeyes follow him all the way back to the kitchen. I don’t want to admit what his words did to me—or how he affected me in the bedroom that night—but when I shift to get more comfortable, the dampness in between my legs tells the story.
And it’s the fastest I’veeverbeen turned on.
There has to be something wrong with me. He’s probably going to kill me, and here I am, getting turned on and growing attached.
I bite down on my lip as he leans against the counter, folding his arms across his broad chest. He’s closed off and complicated, but it doesn’t stop me from wanting to knowmore abouthim so badly. I don’t even have a good reason as to why, either. There’s something dangerous about him, but also something broken…
And I’m drawn to it more than I want to admit.
My mind fills with the image of him touching me, and it startles me as much as it turns me on. Turner is a walking red flag, but the moment his eyes soften in my direction, all the sirens grow silent—and that is almost as terrifying as this blizzard. I inwardly chide myself.
It’s just because I want a rebound… That’s it. It has to be.
Chapter 9
Turner
I made her blush,and after two days of in and out of consciousness, I’m feeling a little better. She came looking for me, and it’s strangely a compliment of sorts. Sure, had I overdosed, she would’ve found my forty-eight-hour decaying corpse, but no one has searched for me in years.
She came looking after two days, and it wasn’t because she was struggling to get the fire going or needing help. She was just worried…about me.
And that’s all I can think about as I sit across from her at the table, sharing the shitty chicken parm frozen casserole dinner. I didn’t feel like putting in effort when it came to eating, but I wasn’t going to make her cook, either.
